Lover Girl Poem by Molka Bouzidi

I was sitting next to his Ghost
Hunting all the brutal crowst
Of all the good memories that i've Lost
Burned by the coldness of the frost

I was staring at the stars
Wondering if my happiness restarts
And if I could collect all the foreparts
Could it cause all these scars?

I was holding my ghost's Hand
While feeling the wetness of the sand
Remembering all the love letters that I haven't send
Portraying its inspiration inside my head

Will it create a ribband?
That leads to my Fantasyland
Will I found my lover in our motherland?
Or under the nightstand
Waiting for me to hold his hand
And portray him inside my head